Prismatic bleeds seeping in dream’s reality
Of our love’s gently gripping dexterities
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity.

The love I held, for you, written in austerity
Unshakable truths to displace the currencies
In hueless coiling shades of morality.

Plastic cups joined in clandestinity,
Filled up with disillusioned remedies
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity.

We could have admitted it was nothing more than amorality
But, we, I, kept trying to justify it as the chase of infinities
In endless hueless coiling shades of morality
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity